People need to stop living their lives for others. If you're one of those people who latch on to the first sign of emotion you recieve, don't. Don't do it for us, your friends. Do it for yourself. I just started to get MSN to work again, so add me - Edditing@hotmail.com. I really don't give two shits anymore if you're a 45-year-old fag artist, you're probably worth my time. I'm on the computer more often than most people would think, there isn't much else to do in Iowa. I'm surrounded by cornfields and cemetaries. I have two options to chose from on a daily basis. Get trashed at the cemetary or make a life for myself. Sometimes I chose the latter. Don't judge me for that, or anything you see on my page. I am bisexual. It doesn't make me cool, and it doesn't make you cool. I'm also NOT provocative and talkative like most bi guys. I think I might go to hell for it, which means I'm a pretty religous person. I'm a walking contradiction. Life is too fucking short to worry about a reputation, so I'll admit it. I'm a proud fuckin' pansey. I'm practically afraid of my own shadow. I don't really have a problem with that c: I also love fucking around with people. You can find me in a public room with my friends acting like complete dumbasses. Who am I kidding, we are complete dumbasses. And I love every one of us. When we first chat, you'll meet one of two versions of me. The nice, quiet, easy-going version or the absolute jackass. With that being said, Nice to meet you. I'm Edward. Leave a message or go home bitch tits c:
